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When Humans Aren't Around
The light, blinding with it's rays
on roof tops and tree lines
cuts the dark visitors in half,
Sprites dance in with made
for TV merriment in time
finding frutiless trees grow,
Fights break out when wind
blows in to unsettle a trees limb
hosting a kite to remain in motion,
Tight turns cause catastrophy to appear
into a fence to shred what's left
of it's plastic mesh festival,
Was it better to remain safe
in that organic guardian angel
dangling for all it was worth?
I imagine now it's worse off
but to take flight before failure
must have been a hell of a way to go,
Bravo
